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DIDST EVER LIVE? Plant ever live! Didst ovel loot: into n half ope'd'flower Aii'l note th' bounty wefflag forth Until it filled yov.r soul's v,-Iklc world. As will th* -wondrous northencli+yht, Thrtt, flowing to tho zcnltli's,point. Fulfills tho skies—a grand and glorious maze* Didst ever list a bird's sweet lay Until the joy, Pervading if, Bceme<l part of your own inmost self? Didst ever rb7.o into your true love's eyes Until you dreamed of moonlit groves, Bener.th some soft nnd southern sky, Where you and site were all the world, And nightingales with harps ISO it en vied To reproduce in sound your erstasy? Didst ever list tho organ's tones Until It seemed Tour sou! was bounding shore Of some great sea of sound And lay liko sands outstretched, With great waves breaking o'er. And then receding in a thousand purist Didst ever watch the summer tempest pass And drink the rolling notes Until your spirit heat in unison And gloried in the aoagf Didst ever let your soul up leap Into the starry sky And try to mold the universe tnro one thought sublime, lud when it seemed the deed was done. Seized by your carnal self, Fall groveling back to earth? Didst over live? —M. Ruhtra Pel low. A SEA MYSTERY. In tho year lßfiO I sailed iv tbo ship Sultan, a vessel of 780 tons burden, from tho port of Liverpool, bound round the Horn to Valparaiso with a valuablo general cargo. The oaptain was a man named Jonas Jortin. I, who went in ber as chief mate, am named William Fletcher. Wo carried no second officer. Often it happened in those days that oven big ships sailed with what is termed an "only mate," who was supposed to comprise in himself all that was to bo expected in the shape of duty and knowledge from a first and second offi cer. As I, however, held no certificate as "only mato," I signed as chief, and tho boatswain, a man named Benjamin Matthews, took tho working part of second mate under me—that is, ho re lieved me when my watch was up, walked the decks nnd trimmed sail at his discretion. Bnt ho took no part in the navigation of tho ship. Indeed I doubt if ho know what a sextant was, i and I am not sure that ho could read or write. Captain Jortin wai a tall, lean, long faced man, with so remarkable a fall of chin that his mouth seemed to be placed i'.lmost exactly in the middle of his faco. His skin was yellow. Ho had fol lowed the sea for many years, but the flesh of his cheeks reflected nothing of the glow and bronze of sun and weather. His eyes wero of a dead black, liko nn East Indian's, without animation in their glance aud slow in tlieir motions. I had been struck by the figure he mad" when I first boarded the ship in the docks. Nothing could less corre spond with tho traditional notions of tho old salt, with purplo nose and bow legs, eyes deep sunk by peering to windward and a stormy voice broken by years of drink and bawling, than this master of tho ship Sultan, button ed up as he was in a coat of a clerical cut, his black hair smeared smooth, as though his head Was painted, limp, stick np collnrs and long, square toed Wel lington boots. All went well with US till we had gone clear of tho northeast trade wind and struck the "humbugging" paral lels, ns they arc called, where you get sheet calms with a wide oeoau white as a level icefield, then faint drafts crawl ing up in the direct line of the ship's course, painting the burnished surface With darkling shadows like huge marine spiders creeping down from tho edgo of the horizon. I think our latitude was between t and 10 degrees north when wbat I am going to toll yon about hap pened. It was iho second dog watch, tho hour about half past 6. The ship's yards were braced well forward, and she was rippling along to the pressure of n three knot breathing of air, coming hot as steam from ont of toe glowing pavilions oi' the west. It was sickeninglyrlose, with the men noe of an electric storm in a delicate winking of violet dumb lightning away Mown in the southeast, where the shad ow of tiio night was gathering, with a large star already trembling low down over the sea right abeam. A fiddle was going upon the forecas tle head. A sailor was chanting B ditty to the tune. Most of the ship's company were listening, lounging about the cat head and against the rail, pipes in mouth. Their open shirts disclosed their mossy breasts, their legs were bare to the knee for tie', comfort of the cool ness, and tlieir bedewed faces reflected tho angry red in Iho west as though every man had oiled himself. The captain was walking aft alone, measuring a space of the deck from abreast uf the wheel and something for- ; ward of tho misszon rigging. His gait was that of a man in a funeral prooes- Eion —stiff, solemn, self conscious. He had not been on deck above half nn hour, nnd in that time had not once addressed me. Not indeed that there was anything strange in this. Mates und captains seldom converse at sea. The master lives a life apart, and this spirit of isolation possesses the mates, insomuch tbat I havo met offi cers who declared to mo that throughout a round voyage running into a ooupleof years thoy scarcely exchanged more than routine sentences and message's of duty wilh the shipmates aft from the iirst hour of their getting their anchor to tho final hour of their letting it go. But even had Captain Jortin been so ciably disposed he was not a sort of man I could have got on wilh. No one with the Weight of a grievous sin upon his soul could be more melancholy and aus tere, more abrupt and reserved. Matthews, the boatswain, lln night ti > explain the man by tolling me he had heard beforo wo railed that he had lost his wife and only daughter within a weok after his return from his last voy- i age, but tho captain never mentioned the subject, nor could 1 satisfy myself that there was any suggestion of mourn- : ing in that, way cither iv his clothes or j his behavior. I hart charge of the ship this dog watch and was standing at lho head of the starboard poop hustler listening to the music forward. Suddenly the stew ard oame ont of the cabin under the ! cuddy front and looloed for a moan ent ' eagerly up at me with a white face. I called down, "What is it?" inter ; preting his expression of fear into some thing wrong. He came half way up the ladder and said: "Some one's been trying to scuttle the ship, I think. 1 ran hear water run ning in 'twixt the wall and tho lining in the after cabin in the steerage. " 1 instantly rau aft and repeated tho man's Statement to the captain. Ho 1 looked at me sti adfastlywith his grave, ' funeral black eyes and exclaimed in a dull, slow way: "Scuttle! Nonsense, sir! Who would commit such a crime aboard this ship? (io below with the steward and report what yon hear and see. " I was astonished by his cool reception of a piece of news that, whether the steward was mistaken or not, must be charged with significance even iv the lightest, most careless wliisper of it. I straightway descended the compan ion steps, and tho steward followed mo by way of the cuddy front. Wo entered the steerage, a part of the hold under tha saloon or cabin dock. Four cabins wero bnlkheaded off on either hand. They were now used mainly aa itore rooms. In their dayMhey had been stock ed with passengers,.for the Sultan was an old ship, and ICS years earlier than the date of this story had not been with out renown as a brisk, comfortable, roomy "liner," with regular sailings from Blaekwall for Australian ports. Wo entered tho after cabin on tho port side and stood listening. A small heave of swell ran throngji the lightly wrinkled sea. Sounds of the straining of cargo in tho bold wra audible, and you beard now and again the sudden shock antl jar of the huge mddor turn ing with the swell, then sharply arrest ed by its gear. But there was no need to hearken long. In a minute or two I distinctly heard a fountainlike miming of water. It was nearly dark. 1 bade tho steward jump for a light. He returned with a lantern, and on throwing tho light against that part of the lining or inner wall whence the trickling noise proceeded I instant ly discovered two auger holes neatly plugged, "Good mercy!" I shouted in a sud den fright. "Tho ship has been holed and will be sinking under our feet as we stand here." I told the steward to remain in the cabin with the lantern and rushed on deck, shouting for tbe carpenter to lay aft. While Shirley was coming I re ported what I had seen to the captain, who stiffened himself with a dramatio start of surprise. Muttering in a low, solemn, preach ing voice: "Is it possible? Who has done such a thing?" ho went below with more nlncrity than I had ever before witnessed iv him. I hastily explained the steward's dis covery to the carpenter, who rushed forward to his tool chest. He camo along quickly with the boatswain, nnd wo three went below, where we found Hie captain in a listening posture, view ing tho plngged holes by tho light of the lantern he hold. Tbe carpenter quickly whipped tho plugs ont, and sure enough in tho outer side or wall of the ship were two holes through which the brine was gushing with a diamondlike flash in the lantern light as tho streams arched betwixt the outer wall nnd the inner skin, slowly filling the hold. The hole:i wore promptly plugged and the well sounded. Two feet of water was made. Tho pumps wero manned antl presently lucked, proving all tight anil well with the auger holes. Thero was an ominous growl of won der and temper among tho men as they plied tho brakes or stood near, waiting to relieve tho pumping gang. Tho cap tain called mo antl asked if I had amy suspicion. "None, sir,"l answered. "I cnn't imagine any man aboard capable of so diabolical a crime." Ho took several turns, lost iv thought. 1 sco him now, pacing abreast of me, skewered up in a sort of frock coat, hands behind him, figure erect. Tho dusk had gathered around. Tho sky was full of brilliant stars, a hover ing sheet of prisms ami crystals, with a scar of young moon in the west and a great play of lightning down upon our port quarter. Hr. sently the captain stop ped and addressed mo afresh, but our 1 talk led to no other conclusion than this—that some ono aboard had at tempted to SCUtile the ship. All bands passed a very restless night. Captain Jortin was incessantly up and about. During the middle watoh, which was mine, his shadowy figure was re peatedly shaping itself out of the com panion hutch nnd flitting in a ghostly fashion about the deck. i had some earnest conversation with the boatswain and carpenter, but none of us conld make head nor tail of this piece of rascality nor in the dimmest degree conjecture who was tho villain who had attempted the atrocious act. I went bf'Vw at eight bells—that is, nt 4 o'clock in tho morning—tirst tak ing care to go tho i muds of the after part of the ship, very carefully looking into each cabin and peering and listen ing. Somehow I had a fancy that thero might be a stowaway on board, intent on a criminal purpose, in league, for all 1 knew, with somo one interested in the vessel ■! ill fraud the underwriters. Boe ing ami hearing nothing, I withdrew to my berl !t ami turned in. I slept soundly, and at 8 o'clock turn ed out anil went on dock. The first per son l met was the boatswain. Matthews. fie said to me, "The captain seems to , havo made up his mind, sir." "On what?" "As to the man who's holed the ship. " "Have they discovered him?" ' Jackson's in irons. That's all I can say, sir," he answered, with a singular expression of incredulity and temper in his face. Just then the captain came out of tho cuddy, and Matthews went forward. "Mr, Fletcher," said Captain Jortin, beckoning roe to bim and speaking in a loWi level, preaching voice, "wo shall bo able to prove that Jackson's tho man who attempted to scuttle tho ship. "Indeed?" said I, vastly astonished. Jackson was an able seaman in my watch. I had always found him a re ■pcotable, willing, alert sailor.. "What LOS ANGELES TTKR \LO TUESDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 11, 1891 In that man lias excited your suspicion, | sir?" "I heard him muttering the other ; day," said he, " when he was atwork on ■ sail stretched along this poop. Every I time I passed he glanced askance at me ; and muttered. I don't liko the man's looks. He has a hanging face. Then again yesterday afternoon he was oil served to go forward as though ho was just come out of tho cuddy." "Who saw this, sir?" "It's so, " he answered abruptly with a short, spiritless stare at mo and then stepped to tho binnacle, In the course of that morning I asked the steward if it , was true (lie man Jackson had been seen to walk out of tho cuddy. He answered that, happening to come up through the steerage hatch, OB had seen Jackson go- , ing forward close from tho cuddy front as though the man had just stepped from the cuddy itself. "Well, but," said I, "you were in the steerage, and had he been there with an auger you'd have seen him, wouldn't yon:'' "I don't think it was him that did it," said tho ninn. I looked hard him, for, to be sure, if the thing was not, the work of a stow away—of some one hidden in tho steer age—it must at least bo the act uf a per son living aft with access without sus picion to the cabins. Well, nothing happened for three days after this. Then, as I well remem ber, it being a very beautiful, glowing forenoon watch, the wind a light breeze right aft, and tbe ship swaying upon ihe delicate pulse of swell with scarce more than steerage way on her, the car penter came from the puyjps, where lie had been sounding the well, and stand ing under the break of the poop, with the Bounding rod in his hand, called np to me: "There's three foot of water in tho hold, sir I" Tho steward was on the main deck when this was said and instantly ran into tho cuddy. The captain was walk ing aft. 1 bawled the news to him, and added that if tho ship had not been scuttled afresh she had sprung a leak. He told mo to call the carpenter on to the poop, and just then the steward, white a* a sheet, came rushing up the companion steps, crying out as he sprang through the hatch that he could hea.' the water running into the ship in tho same cabin where the holes had be fore been discovered. Tho captain ran below as swiftly as his stiff, angular figure would permit. I and tho boatswain and carpenter and steward followed. On entering the cabin we immediately heard a loud noise of cascading waters. It was high morning, and thero was plenty of light. This time the would be seuttlerhad given himself as little trou ble :;s possible. He had simply knocked out th" plugs from the ship's side, leav ing the holes iv tho skin open. The carpi liter rushed forward for tools and a broom handle to serve as plugs. Once again the leal: was stopped, and, as on the former occasion, on returning on deck tho pumps wero manned and the hold freed from water. Hut now the sailors grumbled furi ously. First they insisted on Jackson being released, next on tho ship being narrowly searched. From 10 o'clock till four bells in the afternoon watch we were employed in overhauling the vessel. Wo probed every nook and cranny of her from the fore peak to the lazaret, diligently seeking likewise for any signs of a hidden man in tho steerage. All to no purpose. The villain, whoever ho was, must certainly be one of the ship's company. For my part, 1 suspected the steward, and so did Shirley, the carpenter. Mat thews did not know what to think. Tho captain stalked apart, gloomy and si lent. That evening in the first dog watch I was in my cabin smoking a pipe, turn ing over iv my mind some scheme for protecting our lives by stationing a watch day and night aft, and wonder ing if Captain Jortin would sco his way to somo arrangement of this sort, when the award knocked on my cabin door and walked in. The fellow addressed me civilly, with an air of reluctance and astonishment. He said Captain Jortin had just given him instructions to lock me up in my cabin, where I was to consider myself as under atrelt on suspicion of attempt ing to scuttle tho ship. My meals would be served regularly. "I'm sorry, sir," added tho fellow, "to have to do this duty." So saying, he closed and locked tho door, and 1 heard him withdraw tho key. I sprang from my bunk, put my pipe down anil stood overwhelmed with sur prise and consternation. To be merely inapeoted of such a crime was to bo pro fessionally ruined. I thought tho captain must be mad to lock me up without first charging me. Why did not he confront me and accrue nic in the pre,seneo of others and give me a chance to prove my innocence? Those holes had been bored by an nuger. An auger is a tool not very readily con cealed in a small cabin. Why bad not tho captain caused my berth to be searched? Since I knew that I was an innocent man 1 cannot express how great wero my grief and wrath as I paced the deck of my cabin that was now my orison, won i, ring with a burning heart ami witii throbbing brows who tho real offender nonld be; whether it was indeed the steward, as I now perhaps in my temper was the more willing to suppose; whether, if tho ship was actually sunk under our feet, as was threatened by tiio mysterious villain who had twice subtly sought to drown her bold, tho crew would remember that I lay a help- It -s prisoner locked up in my berth? I think It was about half past 8 when the steward unlocked tho door and en tered with a tray of food, some cold wa ter and n few gills of rum in a pannikin. Ho seemed very shy in his mannttt and was for making haste. 1 bade him tell the captain I was nn innocent man and begged for an interview. He prom ised to deliver my message. "And 1 will ask you," saitl I, "to remember should they sound tbe well anil lind tho ship taking water that I am locked HP here and helpless." He said, "Aye, uye, sir," and left tho cabin, turning and withdrawing tho key as before. Captain Jortin did not come near me. All that night I lay awake. All next day I awaited tt visit from him with oonanmiUß impatience. Nobody camo to me nut the steward, who thrice in tho day brought me a meal. On the evening of the third day of my imprisonment I was startled out of a nap by a disturbance in the cuddy out side. I heard a tramp of feet and the growling sound of seamou's voices. I tit.night a mutiny had happened mid listened with my heart boating hard in my ears. Presently my door was struck npon aud the handle violently tried. Then the voice of Matthews bawled for the steward to bring tho key. In a few minutes tho door was flung open. Matthews stood in the tloorway. At L ast two-thirds of the ship's company were massed around about him. "Come out, sir, " said the boatswain. "We've discovered who's been trying to sink tho ship. " "Who?" "As I livo to tell yer, it's the captain himself!" cried Matthews, bringing his right fist into the palm of his left hand with a mighty report, Half a dozen voices wanted to deliver tho yarn at onco. I got it clearly from the carpenter, but I was thunderstruck while I listened. Ha.lf an hour beforo this timo the steward had observed tbo captain come out of his berth and enter tho steerage. Thero was something strange in his walk and aspect. The Hush of the sun set.was upon the skylight. Tho stoward saw very plainly. Tho captain conceab d something that resembled a large parcel under the breast of his coat. The steward resolved to follow him, saw him go into the cabin where the auger holes had been bored, ami by tbo very faint light in that in terior observed him produce an anger from nnder his coat and apply the tool to tho plugged orifices. Tho extraor dinary part was that the motions of the captain were thoso of an automaton. The stoward fled on deck. The boat swain was in charge of tbo ship. He shouted to some of the crow to follow him as witnesses, and they rolled iv a body into the steerage, where they found the captain coolly and mechan ically boring away with his anger. They seized him, and now it was they discovered, so they said, that the man was acting in his sleep. This at least was the opinion of thoso who witnessed his behavior when ho was seized. Ho cried out like ono vio lently awakened antl swore he did not know where ho was nor what he was doing. The men conveyed him to his cabin, locking him up in it, and then camo to me. To end this singular experience, the crew insisted upon my taking command and practically forced mo to navigate the vessel to Buenos Ayres. They would not suffer mo to free the captain, who they feared would serve them some dia bolical trick if I gave him his liberty. As for him, he solemnly declared over antl over ag:iin to mo that ho knew not what he had done, aud that he had a trick of walking in his sleep. On the arrival of tbo ship I went to the British consul with my report, and he thought proper to tako charge of Captain Jortin with a view of sending him to England in a British man-of-war that was then lying at Buenos Ayres. Tho consul shook his head whon I talk ed of sleep walking. Ho said: "Ho must havo brought the auger aboard wilh him. It formed no part of the carpenter's tool chest. Next tho ship was scuttled in daylight. I cannot somehow reconcile somnambulism with sunshine." It was to remain a mystery, however, to tho end. I was detained at Buenos Ayres by a number of onr men running, and beforo tho ship sailed the news came aboard that Captain Jortin had been found dead in his bed. The doctors found"that ho Lad died from apoplexy. Thus tho mystery remains. It never could bo shown that the unfortunate man had any motive in scuttling tho ship. Ho had no risk in ber, but his command of her was a living to him, nnd the foundering of tho vessel could only have proved*an injury to himself. Possibly madness was the true solu tion, though it does not qnite explain, to my satisfaction, why it was that he went to sea with an auger in his cabin. —W. Clark Kussell in Youth's Com panion. She Didn't Guess. Like many other things, an alarm clock is a good thing when confined to its own sphere. But a young man who lives in Tioga had an experience with ouo tho other day which, to say the least, was embarrassing. Being a heavy sleeper, it was not uncommon for him to miss his train to tho city iv tho morning, so he resolved to invest in an alarm clock. < 'ta-1 xperienro with it was enough, and that occurred while he was taking bis purchase l\pnie. Walking through the (tain, ho chanced to sco a certain young holy sitting in a seat, tho other half of which was unoccupied. The young man knelt* tho young lady— in fact, he is said to have bail enter tained serious hopes beforo tho alarm got in its little work. Ho sat down be side her, with his packago in his lap, and smiled ins sweetest. She asked bim what lie was taking homo, nnd ho play ful Iv lad In ir guess. "Candy? Cigars? Neckties?" No, it was none of theso. Just as she was about to venture a fourth guess there was a muffled sound from the interior of the pacakge and then a loud clang that resounded weird ly through ihe ear. Tho young man blushed, the young lady giggled, and the passengers roared. It seemed as though He- thing would never stop, and ii didn't until the disgusted youth hurl ed 1 to Hi' "tlt'-r end of tho car.—Phil adelphia Record. Mcho Verses. F.clio ver.-es wero sometimes used ef fectively for epigrams and squibs. Thus a critic once wrote: I'd fain praise your poem—but, tell me, how is it - When I cry out "exquisite," echo cries, "Quiz It?" And when, ill 1831, Paganini was drawing crowds to tbe opera bouse al extravagant prices, Tho Sunday Times printed tho following Hues: What are they v. ho pay throe guineas To leal- n tnno of Peganini'st Echo—Puck o' niniiicsl —All tho Year Hound. At School. Teacher— Frita, name the beast that supplies us with ham. Fritz—The butcher!—Deutsche Warto. OUR ONLY DAY. W. re tliis our only day, Did not out }•• ttordnys end morrows give To hove and memoir their interplay. How Should we benr to live? Not merely what wo are, Bnt what we were ami what wo nre to ba, Make up our life, the near days each a star, The far days nclmhc. At once would love forget Its keen pursuits nn.l coy delays of bliss And ils delicious pangs of fond regret Were thero no day but this. And who, to win n friend, Would 10 the secrets of his heart invite A fellowship lli.tt should begin nnd end Between S night antl nighty —Oostee Kinney iv Cincinnati Tribune. COWBOY AND CORSET. "I jest wish yo' had never went to Dallas. I wish yo'd staid hero on tho ranch an kep' on a bein yer own self, stead o' driftin off tho range to the.city an a makin a play to bo a high toned leddy. Yo' ain't liko yo' used to bo, Cas sia " There was a soowl on tho cowboy's fnco as lie stood beforo Oassio Denton, tho daughter of the owner of tho Texas ranch at which ho was employed. The faeo of the bright eyed little maiden wore a paiired look as sho toyed with tho buckskin wrist loop which depend ed from tho handlo of the six shooter in his belt "1 knowed jest how it would bo," he continued, "When yer pop got the no tion into his brad that yo' must bo edi cated an bo a leddy, I tol him it'd spilo yo'. I tol him yo' never would bo tho same gal no mo'; that yor little head'd git turned thero among tho line stock, an yo' wouldn't havo no mo' use fur graded critters sich as tho riders o' the ranges." "But Bob, " tho girl interrupted, "I am not changed in my feelings toward you. I love you just as well as I did tho day pop snid I could marry you, nnd ho sent mo to school for two years just to make mo fit to bo your wife. It was all lor your sake, Bob, and it's real bad of you to act so after I had studied so hard to make of myself a lady worthy of such a man as you. I know I'm not liko I used to be. lam not rough and wild liko I was once. I dress better, and I talk better. It's refinement, Bob—that's what Miss Bentley, the teacher, said, and she said that a girl without refine ment was just a wart on the face of so ciety. That's jnst what she said, Bob, in her own words, and I feel like cry ing at tho way yon act." "I'd a whole lot rather sco yo' a good healthy wart on the faco o' society than to see yo' a dabo' bright paint ou one o' itscheoks, or a string o' no 'count beads a-hangin 'bout its neck. Style is fur them that lives in cities, t'assie, an is jest as much out o' place in here on tho ranch as a cheap herdin greaser'd bo out o' place in glory. I'd never behov ed it of yo', t'assie, thatyo'd como back here with yer foretop curled up in a bunch an a corset cinched round yo'. I wouldn't, I sw'ar I wouldn't. No wo man kin make a rancher a good wifo that wears a fashion pack saddle an bunches up her tuano like yours is bunch ed. I moot git over the cnrl business in time, but I ain't never goin to have no wifo that'll cinch herself up so's sho can't breatho below"— With a scream of laughter tho girl placed her hand over his mouth and checked his further speech. "Oh, Bob, Bob, you naughty boyl Is it my poor little corset that has como between us to ward off your love? Oh, I must laugh, for it's really the funni est thing I ever heard of! Why, Bob, I could never live without a corset. It is such a support and comfort, and you know, you wicked boy, that my figure is much prettier than it was before I went to Dallas. Isn't it, now" Sho placed her hands against her waist and waltzed saucily around so that he could inspect her neat form. "No, 'taint. 'Taint frco an easy, liko Ood intended it should bo. If he'd 'a' wanted yo' pinched up likoyo' aro now, hod 'a' built yo' that way. There'd bo jest as much sonso in cinchin up cows to niako 'em look purty. Yo'd laugh yer eyes out to see a cow goin around hero with corsets on, an, yo' hear me, it's jest as ridiculous fnr a gal to do it. I'm agoin to roundup the ranges fur a gal 'at's got more savey than to wear noh monstrous!ties, 'r else I never will double up in matermony long as I livo. Throw 'em away, Cassie, or yo' an me won't bo nothin much to each other no mo." "Bob, I won't make a fool of myself for a littlo senseless whim such as yours. I'll wear what I please, and if it don't exactly meet with your ideas of propri ety you can go and roundup a girl that 's willing to put up with your non sense. " Tho littlo girl Was angry now, and with a spiteful flirt of her skirts sho turned from him ami wont into tho house. Her anger was liko a passing summer cloud, and when in a fow mo ments it had spent itself she ran to her room, aud throwing herself on tho bed burst into tears. Sho knew Bob Taylor loved her dearly, and rough and unedu cated as ho was sho almost worshiped the handsome yonng cowboy. She would gladly have gcusigned the offending ar ticle of dress f o tho waters of tho Brazos, whiob ran near the house, but sho could not for a moment countenaneo such an unreasonable Whim on Bob's part, and with set teeth and clinched hands sho vowed that if her lover took her to wifo tho corset must) bo included in the in ventory of her personal effects. Days sped by, and Bob passed and re passed her about the house seemingly as oblivious of her presence as if sho wero n thousand miles away. (July once did he notico her, when, in maidenly des peration at his coldness, sho asked: "Ain't you never going to mako up, Bob?" "Not till yon skin off that infernal pack saddle," was the surly reply. Their lovers had been a fruitful nnd never stale topic of conversation among the pupils of Miss Doutloy'a select school for girls in Dallas, and in all thoir confidential chats Cassie had heard at but onet ffeetive method of whipping a recalcitrant lover back into the traces, "Flirt with somo other follow." Her only fear was that if sho should try the experiment Bob might lose control of his temper and shoot tho other fallow, and as a result ho might bo locked up ut a long time is a cueariets pi.son, tid tho marriage bo necessarily post i mcd until the misdemeanor was atoned I ir. The judge might be a cruel moii tter with no sympathy for young lovers and might, send him into retirement for fears, and she might become a wrinkled ur caleimined oltl maid- beforo ho again breathed tbo air of freedom. That wonld bo terrible. But pshaw 1 Bob would never bo so foolish as to puff nut a human light for one little girl in a country lift rally running over with the prettiest girls in America. Not ho. Anyhow sho would risk it, nnd if Ben Allison of the Diamond 0 ranch came around and made eyes at her again, as ho had dona on several occasions, sho wonld enconroge him just the least bit, antl then, when Bob recovered from the tit of temporary insanity into which her corset hat>throwu bim antl camo to her in a penitent mood, sho would throw herself into his dear arms and tell him that sho never did, never Would and never could love any one but him. Of conrso ho would forgive her and kiss her tears away, and the sun of love would again burst forth and shino over them with new and exquisite luster. Ben Allison's heart became real un ruly when at his next visit to the Den ton ranch Cnssie met him with a welcom ing smile, extended her pretty little hand and permitted him to hold it quite a lit tle while after ho had got through shak ing it. After this gratifying reception his visits increased in frequency, and although, with great feminine tact, tho girl kept his ardor w ithir. proper bounds she did not repulse him, aud it soon be came noised about among the riders of the ruuges that "Ben was suro goin to pitch a matermonial rope at Cassia Ben ton, an the little thorerbred'd soon pack his brand." Bob noted all this, and bis heart was filled with bitterness toward his sup posed rival. He never cast tho look of recognition upon Cassie, yet when ho would see her moving about tho house or corrals or galloping about the range ou her pretty littlo pinto pony it bogan to dawn upon him that her corsoted form was indeed far neater than that !of any girl on nil tho ranges of tho | Brazes. After a time ho was ready to swear that ho had never seen anything one-hulf so handsome as that neat, grace ful figure, and tho uucorsoted girls of his acquaintance seemed almost fright ! ful in his eyes when he gazed upon thoir j loose, dumpy forms. Ho began to harbor j tho impression that ho had made a very pronounced fool of himself, but his stubborn nature asserted itself. Ho had said tho corset must go, and go it must. "That's a way up on top gal sence sho got back from Dallas, ain't she, Bob?"' Allisou said to him one dny, when they met in the corral of tho Don ton ranch. "Yo' don't want to make no funny plays about that gal when I'm around," Bob hotly replied. "I hain't never yit found out that it makes any difference who's around or who ain't aronud when I want to make a talk play," retortod Allison. "Somo things gits found out mighty < sudden, Ben Allison, an this ain't goiu Ito be fnr from ono of 'om. I want to , tell yo' right now, an to holler it out, plain, too, that yo' are a-nosin around ! this ranch too plenty o' late instead of ridin yer own ranch, an I ain't ugoin I to stand it no mo. " "Mabbe you wouldn't mindtcllin mo what business it is o' yours whar I rido. Long as tho gal's throwed yo' to ono side yo' ain't got no say as to other j fellers pitohin a rope at hor. " "Yer a liar when yo' say she's j throwed me, an yo' know it, an yo' want to hit the Diamond O trail right now, or yo' an mo's agoin to bump to- i gother pow'ful hard, .lost top that boss o' yours an work him lively away from here, or a calamity's agoin to occur right quick." "Yo' talk mighty bravo fur a castoff shoe, Bob Taylor, an yo' can't begin 11 it) bumpin business any too riuick to suit me, yo' poor, worthless sneak." That was tho limit. Tho two men, their eyes blazing with anger, backed ] away from each other, drawing their . six shooters as they went. Tho guns | were thrown into position for quick j work just as a slight girlish form dart ed around tho corner of tho adobe stablo and sprung in front of Taylor. Alli son's pistol rang out beforo ho noted tho . presence of tho girl, and with a scream of pain she fell fenseless to the ground. Tho man Jtho had fired tho shot tied in terror, and Bob bent over his wounded darling, calling hor by tho most en dearing names aud begging her to live for his sake. The form of the girl was borne into j the house, and a doctor from Waco, j who was fortunately there, attending a ] cowboy who was down with tho break- j bono fever, was called in. "Is sho dead, doctor?" asked Bob in tones of tho most pitiable agony. "No, only stunned. Bali struck a ' corset steel and glanced off. Sho will be ! all right soon, but it was a closo cull, ]my boy, and sho undoubtedly saved | your life." Cassie soon recovered consciousness, and with joy in his every tone Bob con i fessod what a fool ho had boon aim begged for forgiveness. Of course it was ! sweetly granted, and he dcclnred that , tho marriage must take placo just us i soon as sho became nblo to stunil beforo tho minister. "And can I wear my corset, dear?" sho coyly asked. "Wear what saved yo' fur me? Cas sio, I wouldn't havo yo' throw that away fur a million dollars. Yo' kin wear two of 'em if yo' want to, an if yo' i fay so I'll wear ouo myself."—Now Yi.rk Telegram. The Night Toilet. Te - AJ — ..j .1 • , . ; If more attention wero given the night toilet, rest would bo better, sleep swect !er aud dreams plcasanter. A bath will rout the nightmare, but it should be taken nt least two hours after tho even- ; | ing meal, in coo! waler and with no more rubbing than ia uoedod for dry ! ing. The hot bath is good when thero is inflammation, ns it "draws." Cold wit ter is stimulating, and the reaction, may induce Wakefulness. Ordinarily tho cool Hip wil) 000 l the Wood, be tonic enough to arrest wasting tissue, and prepare the body for refreshing sleep.—Now York Dispatch. Tho Indian nsme of tho Bchnylkill river was Mnnyunk; bMce the of a Pennsylvania towp. A. TRUTHFUL SAILOR. RELATES THE EXPERIENCE IN WHICH HE SWORE NEVER TO LIE. Two s, n mm. Fnther imil Son, Swallowed by a Shark, hut Until Were Keiioiied In a Marvelous Manner —A li.ty That Wm Ctirtalnly Very Hot. "Have I ever seen a shark? Ask my mate —him that's rowing that 'ero cou plo out yonder. We were shipmates lo gethor aboard tho Rajapootah India man. His father, who is dead and gone this 30 year or more, was carpenter aboard of her. "Well, one day wo wero becalmed on the line, when, says young Bill—he was young Bill then, him as I Just poirt tl out to you—says he, 'I shall havo a swim round for a oooler,' for, believe, mo, tho sun was that hot wo had ta throw buckets of water on the deck to keep it from catching fire. "In fact, a pig we killed the day aforo wo hung aloft and roasted him in tho sun, catching the gravy In a bucket, and he was done beautifully. "So in ho goes hoad first, with hia clothes on, and me and his old man looked over tho side just abaft tho fore rigging to sco him come to the top of tho wator again. "But no Bill oould we see, and in stead of him up camo a tremendous shark, with his sides sticking out as if ho had a cargo insido over and above his regular bill of lading. "It was thon ns clear to us as the nose on our faces that poor Bill had dived clear down his throat. "The poor old man had a fit right away, aud we carried him below and pnt him in his hntumock and then ran up on dock again in the hope that ws should bo able to oatch the fellow. "But it was nowhere to be seen, so after watching somo time to no pur pose wo went down below to see how the old man was getting on, and to out astonishment and sorrow we found his body nearly cold and as stiff as the fly ing jibboom. "We sowed him up in his hammock, putting tho grindstone that he used ta grind his tools with inside to make it sink aud Jaid tho body on a hatch, with the uuiou jack spread over it for a pall. "Then the skipper read the funeral service, all of us standing round dread fully rut up, mo especially, for young Bill was my messmate, and I was very fond of tho old man. "As soon as tho skipper had finished tho last words, which I shall never for get, thoy was so solemn, the hatch was tipped np, ami overboard the body went with a splash, and all was over, at least we thought so. "But almost immediately afterward up comes another shark, a bigger one, it seemed, than the first. "The boatswain at onoe ran for the shark hook and baited it with a hunk of pork and slung it over the stern, and it was not many minutes aforo we had him hooked and hauled on deck. "Well, tho first thing we did was to cut his tail off, for he was napping it about so that it shook the ship from Stem to stern, that wo were afraid it would shake hor to pieoes. "After wo had done that we thought we heard a very strange noise inside of him —a sort of grating sound, liko a boat being dragged over a Bhingly beach. "So we set to and out off hi 3 head and then ripped him up, when, what d'ye think? What should we see, to our great astonishment and delight, but Bill and his father sitting upright like two Jonahs, tho youngster turning the grind • stono aud the old man sharpening hia knife, intending to cut their way out of the creature's belly. "You say I said the old man was dead? Ploaso don't interrupt me, and I'll tell you all about it. "There's no doubt but what he seem ed dead, but it was only his blood froze with horror, and tho shark warmed him to life again. What made him most un comfortable, Bill said, was the slip pervness aud topsy turvyness of the placo, for there was no rest at all, for one minute he was standing on his head antl the next on his feet, and then ho would bo tossed from one side to the other, sometimes getting jammed be tween tho ribs, and he wondered the meal didn't disagree with tho fish itself. "But at last came tho climax, and Bill thought it was all over with him, for down its throat was shot a heavy body liko that of a sack of coal right atoj) of him, nearly smothering him, so that he had scarcely room to move or breathe, and ho must have been some time insensible, ho said, when he was woke up with a loud roport. "Ho thought for a moment the crea ture had swallowed a powder barrel and it had exploded, but it was only tho bursting of the canvas shroud tho old man was sowed up in, which had blown up like a paper bag. "The noise in its inside, Bill said, must havo astonished the shark, for ho again found himself standing upon his head, so ho knew it was making for tho Burfaoe, uud on reaching there it opened its enormous jaws for air, when a flood of light entered between tho rows of teel h which enabled Bill on gaining his feet to take stock of his lodgings, and tho very first thing that ho saw was his old father crawling out. from under tho canvas liko a chick from its shell. "Tho old man had caught sight of tho grindstone and soon put it intu working order, and on thu fish once more coming to tho top and ag.-.iu ad mitting light Bill at once saw wh\j was in the wind, and they comment, ! business at once, when they wero star tled by a sudden change in tho shark'i movements, nnd soon they distinctly heard the sound of human voices, and thov kuow they were saved. "Well, we all was so thankful r.t their inirnculous 0.-;c:'.j<:t from tho jaw 3 of death that every m t Iter's son of ni* on hoard took our sol,una affidavits tlvtt we'd never tell a lie or anything of th.:l kind again, and me and my mnto hat t kept onr words ever since."—Clriev.:" Times. 4 No l)i,»rreuc.o. Mra. Bccoudwed—You uro so unltUa my first husbuud. Mr. S. — I hopo tliedifhr''iicoisin i..y favor, my dear. Mrs. S.—Oh, it is, very much. Mr. ti —Thanks. What i : it? Mrs. ii. — Sou'lou'ivc. —I|<o\iV> -1 Mer cury.